One day, an equation appeared on a blank sheet of paper. The equation allowed an upright creature to
throw stones. One of the thrown stones
struck a thatched wall that later became an armored vessel dieseling across a thrashing
ocean. The ocean, soon enough, transformed
into a long valley lined on each side with low metal huts and gang members with
tattoos of stone knives on their arms.
Fearful, the gang members dispersed up into the hills, becoming Mother
Nature hiking her skirt.
Under the skirt?
Blank paper.
—Mitchell Hegman
Note: Sometimes,
I allow my brain to go on vacation and I merely record what it does. This is an example of that. Yeah, it’s that bad.
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